mevie one-shots

first kiss

credits to: mayawolfie

Thunder rumbled outside the walls of the Evil Queen's home, making the usually dreary castle feel oddly cosy. Heavy rain assaulted the windows and lightning flashed. Evie was grateful for the warm cup of tea in her hands, and shivered.

Across the room, nestled in Evie's tattered love seat, sat Mal, quietly scribbling away in her sketchbook. Sleepovers were a usual thing as of recent, especially when tension heightened between mother and daughter.

"So, Mal." Evie smirked, sipping her tea. When she didn't continue, Mal looked up from her sketchbook.

"So, Evie."

"I noticed Emmet Facilier was flirting with you at Celia Hook's party last Monday." Evie grinned. She knew this would push Mal's buttons; she loved teasing her. As predicted, Mal scoffed.

"No he wasn't, stop being ridiculous."

Evie feigned shock. She rolled her head forward, purposely widening her eyes, "Mal. It was so obvious that he was desperate to get you on your own."

An eye roll this time. Typical.

"You know Evie, you have this compulsive habit of making things out to be more than they are. Probably because you're such a damn romantic."

Evie smirked, setting down her tea. She immediately picked it back up after Mal yelled at her to keep still, because she was still drawing her and it wasn't finished. The next question she was about to ask was sure to get a reaction from Mal.

"And you're not?" She said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Mal laughed out loud, "E, you've known me long enough to know that I believe romance is made-up concept, love doesn't exist and relationships are stupid."

Evie scoffed and narrowed her eyes playfully, "Lucifer, you are such a cynic."

Mal only smiled at her, and returned to her drawing. Defying Mal's wishes, Evie set her tea down and jumped from her bed, ignoring the angry curses being sent her way.

"You know," Evie said, holding her hands in front of her and acting as innocent as she could, "Something tells me that the only reason you don't like relationships is the fact that you haven't kissed anyone and you're afraid you'll be bad at it." She paused, before adding, "And not the good kind."

Mal's mouth dropped in amused shock, and she took one of the pillows to throw it at Evie. She avoided it, and started taking step after step towards the love seat.

"Careful now E, you're getting a little too brave."

"What?" Evie shook her head innocently, "Can't take the heat?"

Mal, more shocked than amused this time around, fumbled on her words, "Don't be stupid Evie. I just don't like relationships."

"But I'm right about the kissing, aren't I? I know you Mal, and you can't stand being bad at something, so you don't even try." Evie knew full well what she was doing. She was really getting under Mal's skin with this conversation. But it was for her own benefit; the girl needed some action.

Mal opened her mouth to protest, but closed it again. Instead, her cheeks turned an adorable shade of red and she glared at Evie, who had sat down on the love seat.

Evie's eyes sparkled, "I knew it."

"You know, you're more evil than people give you credit for." Mal mumbled, before adding, "And its kind of a dire situation E. Who could I privilege with the honour of my first kiss with. There isn't a person worthy on this entire island."